tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post4795800545786528584..comments2023-04-09T07:50:22.398-04:00Comments on 39 For the First Time: RemembeRED: EarlyVictoriaKPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07987993161693042703noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-14869171588491294972011-11-24T14:53:53.893-05:002011-11-24T14:53:53.893-05:00I'm in awe of people who can get up so early. ...I'm in awe of people who can get up so early. Even more in awe when those people can string words into coherent thoughts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-63457832676712621882011-11-23T13:51:16.391-05:002011-11-23T13:51:16.391-05:00Oh I savour those rare early morning moment when I...Oh I savour those rare early morning moment when I get up before my children. This was lovely poetic depiction of your placeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-13741148590677578832011-11-22T19:47:08.399-05:002011-11-22T19:47:08.399-05:00If I were a morning person and not a bath person,t...If I were a morning person and not a bath person,this would be me as well. I love my coffee in the a.m. and wish I could have the first cup in peace like this. Love that you worked it into a poem I heart poetry!<br /><br />Debbie at Day in and Day OutAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-69251266752340781082011-11-22T18:01:09.564-05:002011-11-22T18:01:09.564-05:00I agree with you, for me the quiet place is not a ...I agree with you, for me the quiet place is not a location, but this type of solace. <br /><br />Meredith From A Mother Seeking <a href="http://www.amotherseeking.com" rel="nofollow"> Come find me on my blog, A Mother Seeking...</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-34704572038337449122011-11-22T15:37:07.653-05:002011-11-22T15:37:07.653-05:00This makes me want to wake up and write before my ...This makes me want to wake up and write before my kids get up. They are ridiculous sleepers; I can leave to run, but when I start typing, they wake up :(angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14974137283220034062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-81678561409214827702011-11-22T15:19:48.618-05:002011-11-22T15:19:48.618-05:00I do love that moment before they all wake up and ...I do love that moment before they all wake up and you have to really start you day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03431751293876429570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-39353888171352227282011-11-22T14:37:37.514-05:002011-11-22T14:37:37.514-05:00This itself felt quiet. Like the silent house bei...This itself felt quiet. Like the silent house being tickled awake by keystrokes.<br />Lovely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-12541952113953360302011-11-22T13:12:04.130-05:002011-11-22T13:12:04.130-05:00I love how you wrote this as a poem. I always sav...I love how you wrote this as a poem. I always savor the times when no one else is awake, although in my house it tends to be in the middle of the night.Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18371233258950468974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-56270541195703366082011-11-22T12:45:41.151-05:002011-11-22T12:45:41.151-05:00How is NaNo going?? And there is nothing more blis...How is NaNo going?? And there is nothing more blissful than finding a quiet time to write.Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14025221975648580117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-15535170612780576712011-11-22T10:34:07.929-05:002011-11-22T10:34:07.929-05:00This is beautiful.This is beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-83107254875176606072011-11-22T09:37:55.856-05:002011-11-22T09:37:55.856-05:00Every quite place needs coffee. Love this beautif...Every quite place needs coffee. Love this beautiful and clear.Alyssa Dyksterhousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03580975283346133744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-9943484869522613312011-11-22T08:27:13.586-05:002011-11-22T08:27:13.586-05:00It *is* a poem, and it's lovely. And relatable...It *is* a poem, and it's lovely. And relatable. And quiet, indeed. Lovely.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05381279330033574052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-67598044336631974952011-11-22T07:55:11.128-05:002011-11-22T07:55:11.128-05:00I love the quiet of the morning too. Great descrip...I love the quiet of the morning too. Great description :)Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17940118384108153753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-8457281568751971542011-11-22T07:49:21.206-05:002011-11-22T07:49:21.206-05:00Before kids and working the evening shift, 5am was...Before kids and working the evening shift, 5am was my favorite. I've always preferred sunrise to sunset.<br /><br />You've gone and made me nostalgic for the wee hours.tulpenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244442556884959190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334632485304709507.post-65557344741708793642011-11-22T07:22:28.952-05:002011-11-22T07:22:28.952-05:00It is indeed a poem. I like it!It is indeed a poem. I like it!TMWHickmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11099277984216556857noreply@blogger.com